Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.
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Under the level winter sky
I saw a thousand Christs go by.
They sang an idle song and free
As they went up to calvary.
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YEA, I am he that dwelt beside this tomb.
I was a child. God smote me from the sun.
A little while, I had forgot to run
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Through the starred Judean night
She went, in travail of the Light,
With the earliest hush she saw
God beside her in the straw.
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WHEN I was a little lad
With folly on my lips,
Fain was I for journeying
All the seas in ships.
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